About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in his shopping cart—a bag of apples that seemed to change color every time he looked away. Curious neighbors started reporting similar sightings around the store. Soon enough, everyone was talking about the magical market. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a crate full of glowing oranges. When he opened it, they turned into normal oranges again. Turned out, an old janitor had been playing pranks using special lightbulbs from his collection. The town embraced the mystery—and now, whenever someone spots a changing fruit, they just smile and say, ‘Ah, must be Cermak’s secret illuminator!’
2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a truck full of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates of oranges, he noticed one crate seemed heavier than usual. Curious, he opened it and found rows upon rows of perfectly ripe bananas—each one glowing softly in the dim light. As he reached for another banana, his hand passed through it like it wasn’t even there! Startled, he looked around, but everyone else was too focused on their shopping. Later that night, while recounting the story over coffee with a neighbor, they both agreed it must’ve been an optical illusion—or maybe just a really good banana prank.
3. In the early hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulling up to the loading dock heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the market's refrigerated section. Curious, he opened the door slowly—only to see rows of vegetables and fruits swaying gently as if dancing to some invisible music. Startled, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A voice replied softly, ‘Just the tomatoes singing their morning song.’ Relieved but amused, our delivery driver shrugged it off as a quirky local tale until his neighbor confessed she’d been hiding in the produce aisle, pretending to be a ghostly fruit spirit. Cermak Fresh Market became known for its friendly ghost stories ever after.
4. In the early hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulling up to the loading dock noticed an unusual sight: a shadowy figure wearing a paper bag over its head, pushing an empty shopping cart down the aisles. Curious, the driver followed the ghostly figure until it stopped in front of the dairy section. The shadow reached into the cart and pulled out a gallon of milk—then turned around with a smile, revealing nothing but a pair of round spectacles and a friendly wave from an old man’s face beneath the paper bag. ‘Morning, son,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Just getting my usual.’